Long-distance relationships with parents, siblings, grandparents, friends, and relatives are part and parcel of an immigrant’s life.
The Story of a Chinese-American from Hong Kong
I flex my memory muscles because these reflections make up the un-severed umbilical cord that binds me to my homeland. Flashbacks are all I have to keep me connected to my native country. If I let go, I will bleed and die.
The story of a Vietnamese Refugee
The story of an Indian-American couple